The first part was really captivating, but I lost interest at the second part, the girl's diary. I had the feeling that I was losing my time, so I sort of skimmed the pages to get to the ending. Frederick Clegg (the collector) is quite a character and I can't say I hated him badly, although what he did to another human being was so unfair and appalling. Fowles manages to make the reader live through this character (or at least this happened to me), so the rough reality of his actions is somewhat diffused. Maybe later, if I'll feel like it, I'll come back to the girl's diary and read it thoroughly.